BRYNNEWhen I wake up, our limbs are tangled.Her breath fans my face, while her knee lodges between my thighs, and her arm locks around my waist like she wants me here forever. I don’t know how it happened, but I’m in no haste to pull away.She’s soft. Soft and too hot.No, wait. That’s not normal. I pull away, hissing when the back of my palm meets her forehead. She’s burning up. I stumble to the bathroom, grab a bowl, and fill it with cold water. Draping the towel over my shoulder, I return to the room. Setting the bowl down, I dip the towel inside it, wring and place it on her forehead to cool her temperature.
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